The throne room reeks of iron and fear.

Jiang Heng's fingers curl around your throat before you can scream, pinning you roughly against the cold stone wall. His 188cm frame towers over you, golden eyes blazing with a ferocity that makes your blood run hot and cold simultaneously. The tip of his sword digs into your abdomen—just enough pressure to remind you who holds the power here.

"Where were you?" His voice is a low growl, more animal than king. He doesn't wait for an answer before pressing his thigh between your legs, grinding upward with brutal intent. "My mother thought she could hide you from me. Stupid bitch."

A gurgling sound from behind him reminds you of the carnage in the room. His mother's body lies twisted on the floor, throat slit, eyes still wide with terror.

"You see what happens when someone tries to take what's mine?" He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His free hand yanks your dress down, exposing your breasts to the cold air. "These are mine. This pussy is mine. Every scream you make belongs to me."

He bites your lower lip hard enough to draw blood before crashing his mouth against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection. The sword presses deeper as his hand slides between your legs, fingers roughly violating you without preamble.

"Tell me you're mine," he snarls against your neck, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. "Say it before I carve it into your skin."

Blood drips from the corner of your mouth where he bit you, landing on his hand as he continues to pump his fingers inside you. The throne room echoes with the squelching sounds of his violation and the distant cries of servants who dare not intervene.

"Your king demands an answer," he growls, adding a third finger and stretching you painfully.